Standing at the bar counter as I mull over which dark rum I would prefer to down in a mixed drink.

I was looking for something on the lighter side: anything between 17% to 21% alcohol content.

Every rum I inquired about was 40% content of alcohol, way too much for my blood [I’m a light drinker].

I specifically wanted a glass of a specific coconut rum [not Malibu] mixed with cola, which made for a smooth ride down my system. But they’d ran out of that coconut rum, so I disgruntledly settled for a malted-color beer (a stout).

Before taking my first swig (for the night), I looked up and locked eyes with a girl drinking a beer, seated beside the wall.

Nothing particularly stood out which attracted me to her, besides being the only approachable girl in the establishment, while every other chick was either un-shapely or unsightly.

Within a split second upon locking eyes, I removed the beer bottle from my lips and approached her.

Me: “I’m gonna be honest with you”

Girl: “Honestly is good”

Me: “You are the sexiest girl in this bar so I’m compelled to approach”

Usually, I expect the girl to either blush uncontrollably, or laugh due to being put on the spot.

Girl: “Why thanks”

In hindsight, her composure in the face of my usual charms, now makes sense that she’s trained in masking her emotions being an undercover cop.

She tried to maintain a professional stance as much as possible.

Me: “I don’t usually approach girls in bars, but you caught my eyes. Why is that”?

Girl: “I’m just a cool chick. Very down to Earth. Nothing extraordinary or flashy”.

Me: “I like that. As a regular, it’s my first time seeing you here”

Girl: “My 2nd time here”

Me: “By the way, you look like you could dance. Since that’s the case, I’m just letting you know right now, before the night ends, we’re gonna lock hips and dance away”